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Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy gets dangerously sick with a bad infection and is hospitalized. Jamie is completely devoted to him, taking all care of him and running himself ragged. Roy realizes how much Jamie loves him and decides this infection can go fuck itself because he’s going to bloody fucking well claim his Tartt
Oh my god
(I definitely imagine them having a bit of a d/s dynamic at points so take that warning <3 )
Roy is pissed. It was a stupid fucking head cold and then it just kept getting worse and now he’s in the fucking hospital.
He’s on strong fucking antibiotics. Good to leave in the morning. His sister has been by twice to gently laugh at him, and Jamie is about to be murdered by his nurse because he won’t stop asking questions.
Next time Jamie paces by he grabs Jamie’s wrist and yanks him down on the bed.
“My nurse is going to kill you sit and be good.”
Jamie opens his mouth to say something so Roy decides to do the eyebrow.
Jamie closes his mouth.
But he slides a hand over Roy’s wrist. Innocent enough but Roy knows Jamie is checking his pulse even though the goddamn machine is very clearly saying Roy is alive.
It’s going to be a long night.
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Roy is happy to be home. He can tell Jamie barely slept last night when he was forced to go home. Now he’s starting to make a third kind of soup.
Roy is weirdly into how much Jamie has been caring for him. He can’t believe Jamie sometimes. He knows Jamie loves him but these past three weeks have honestly really shown it.
“Jamie come here for a minute.”
He’s been forced out of the kitchen so that rules out the counters but the couch when’re Jamie has banished him to? Fully on fair ground.
Jamie slides in, literally. He’s in those stupid fuzzy socks, “yeah you okay? Need something? Hungr-?”
Roy yanks him down onto his lap before Jamie can start. “Hush. Stay quiet for a second fully fucking listen. My doc said I haven’t been contagious for about a week and a half now. He said I can do all my normal shit as long as I’m feeling okay.”
Jamie blinks at him from where he’s still straddling Roy. “Can I talk yet?” Roy brings his hands up and squeezes Jamie’s hips, he nods.
“We aren’t doing anything, what if you hurt yourself. I’m happy to kiss you, you obviously know that and I mean what does a doctor really know they can test their exam as many times as they need.”
Roy does the eyebrow thing again. Jamie blushes.
“I googled a lot.”
Roy moves faster then Jamie can anticipate, he flips them so Jamie is flat on the couch and Roy is over him. “Safeword now or I’m fucking you.”
“Roy no! You can’t you’re still sick??”
“Doc said all normal activities, this is normal. Can’t tell you how hot you caring for me is. Christ I love you.”
Jamie is red and twitchy. A good sign. “I love you too of course I wanna talk care of you.”
Roy leans down and bites Jamie’s jaw. He sucks and leaves a bit of a mark. He makes more. It’s fine. They don’t have any games for at least a month still.
“Then take care of me Jamie, let me have this.”
Jamie is gasping at this point, lightly digging his nails into Roy’s back. “Roy please.”
Roy pulls back. He grins up at Jamie, he just fucking won. “I’m fucking you over the couch. Get up bend over.”
Roy sits up with that statement. Jamie scrambles to get up, he glances back at Roy when he doesn’t move right away. When Roy does move it’s towards the kitchen. “No Roy wait-?”
“Safeword or stay there.”
Jamie quiets back down. Roy reaches the stove where he clicks off the stove and leans against the counter just looking at Jamie. God he loves him.
He’s going to fucking ruin him.
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